Jacquelyn's 20000th Dream

Last night I dreamt that I walked into the Abernathy Building:

I was whistling Eddie Cochran’s rock record about climbing some stairs As I floated on up to the twenty-thousandth floor.

On that floor there was a bedroom. An open bedroom.A candle-lit bedroom.Curtains were being swept up into passions by wind.Outside, ‘the big city’ was scintillatingbeneath a full moon and a million stars.

I slipped into the bedroom.

On the bed there was a moon-lit silhouetteof a calm figure restingupon the pillow, upon the mattress and the ...